Silly me. I had forgotten the black and white ones. My personal rainbow would not be complete without them.
I am thinking these beans should just meander through the cloth we call Home. On both sides. That I might stitch them without planning where they go. Just go. Starting somewhere on one edge and wander through till I hit another. Not looking at it from a compositional stand point. Not at all.
I added a few more details in an attempt to express something that just popped into my mind today. And also to finish up the winter stray cat series. This week. Before warmer weather(hopefully) and new thoughts take over.
Anyway, I was focused on how they are a group. How they have a similar direction. With their heads in the clouds that is. And similar roots then, in a way. That thing that binds them. But they radiate different fields, hold their own space. In this case I used colored dots.
You have to look closely to see that. But it is there.
One corner of the wedding quilt. Last night. The cloth folded and placed before the fire. For tending the fire. To kneel on when keeping the flames going. Old knees.
The old star holding the reflection of the flame. That is what I noticed early this morning. How the warmth dyed the cloth. For a moment. It was quite beautiful. And I became friends with winter again.